Creative Writing Saturday

English: Saturday night sunset at Balch Pond, ME

English: Saturday night sunset at Balch Pond, ME (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

At Blackwater Pond

At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have
settled
after a night of rain.
I dip my cupped hands. I drink
a long time. It tastes
like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold
into my body, waking the bones. I hear them
deep inside me, whispering
oh what is that beautiful thing
that just happened? ~ Mary Oliver

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Quote Tuesday

“Infuse your life with action. Don’t wait for it to happen. Make it happen. Make your own future. Make your own hope. Make your own love. And whatever your beliefs, honor your creator, not by passively waiting for grace to come down from upon high, but by doing what you can to make grace happen… yourself, right now, right down here on Earth.” ~ Bradley Whitford

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Monday Musing

The Seed Cracked Open.

It used to be
That when I would wake in the morning
I could with confidence say,
“What am ‘I’ going to Do?”

That was before the seed cracked open.
Now Hafiz is certain:
There are two of us housed in this body,

Doing the shopping together in the market
And tickling each other while fixing the evening’s food.

Now when I awake
all the internal instruments play the same music:
“God, what holy mischief can ‘We’ do for the world today?” ` Hafiz, The Gift

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